That's been my experience too, Linn. Each memory triggers another.

Rap, the taste of a scooter? What does it taste like? :)

Reminds me of when I saw two men putting up the sound system cords for their gig that night. They were just out of my sight when I heard the one guy say, in wonderment: I can feel the sound coming through the wire.

And the other disembodied voice says, throatily: How's it feel?